The shadowless man walked out of the desert

like a dance of mist and air

a shimmer of heat on the breath of summer

 

the walking one

 

each silent step cold lightning

1…2…3…4…5…6…7

empty witness of thunder to come

 

quiet presses the black clouds behind

dark crown upon dark head

smiling into the town

with words of calm assurance

 

"nothing to see here,

                              nothing to see here"

 

what shivers course lit homes

this deepened mid-year’s eve?

 

who’s shoes tap ‘long the lane

in time to cicada song?

 

the empty one,

transparent one

no breath, no sight, no inner beat

just a shadowless man

in a shadowed land